Riding a bicycle, Lin Sheng went straight to the abandoned factory in the suburbs without stopping.

From home to abandoned factory, it takes half an hour to ride a bike.

This made Lin Sheng want to find another place closer as a base.

At the same time, this abandoned factory also has the disadvantage of not being hidden enough.

"I'll go back and arrange it, let's deal with the present first. ”

Put the car away and push into the grass.

Lin Sheng walked quickly into the factory gate.

In the spacious factory, there happened to be three young people sitting around a bonfire, not knowing what they were doing.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the three of them looked up at the door.

Seeing the sturdy Lin Sheng walk in the door, one of the men with a bald head and earrings stood up and pulled the leather coat on his body, looking at Lin Sheng.

He didn't speak, but there was a hint of malice and warning in his eyes. Apparently intending to scare the other party away with his eyes.

"This place is mine, don't come here in the future. Lin Sheng walked to the bonfire and stopped. Said calmly.

"How old the hell are you?" the bald young man scolded when he opened his mouth. Rushing towards Lin Sheng with a fierce momentum, he reached out to grab him by the collar.

And then.

Then he was picked up. Two small short legs kept kicking in mid-air.

"Damn, what the hell are you... Poof!!

The bald head screamed, was thrown to the side, and lay on the ground with his stomach in a ball.

The other two had just stood up and pulled fruit knives out of their bodies and were ready to rush over.

Seeing this scene, the two fell silent.

But what surprised Lin Sheng was that the remaining two people, a man and a woman, did not flee immediately.

They could see that they were scared, and the woman's legs were shaking.

But they were still standing in place, their eyes constantly shifting to the bald head and Lin Sheng on the ground.

There was a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry, we took your place, let's go now, let's go now!" the remaining short-haired boy put away the fruit knife and laughed.

He pulled the girl, and the two hurriedly ran to the ground to help the bald head, and saw that Lin Sheng didn't move, so he breathed a sigh of relief and walked out quickly.

"Wait. Lin Sheng said suddenly.

"You guys, do you want to make some extra money?" he looked at the tattered leather coats on the three of them, and a look of inexplicability flashed in his eyes.

The three of them paused and looked back at him, with a hint of discoloration in their eyes.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Sheng packed up his things and no longer performed the summoning ceremony in the warehouse.

Now that this place has been discovered, it means that it is even more unsafe, and he has a new arrangement.

Leaving the abandoned factory, he hung everything on the back of his bicycle, lifted the bike, and walked along the mountain road to the depths of the barren mountains.

I walked along the dark mountain road for more than ten minutes.

Soon, an abandoned gray temple appeared in front of his eyes.

The temple is a brick structure, and the wooden door at the entrance is in disrepair, hanging crookedly on the top, and may collapse at any time.

The main body is a small square courtyard, most of the courtyard walls have collapsed, and there are gaps everywhere that can be entered.

The roof of the temple itself is almost gone, and the walls are a little blackened, with a faint smell of burning.

The courtyard is overgrown with weeds and vines, and there are a few large trees with exposed roots, entwining the small half of the temple into it.

The thick roots of the tree even grew into the temple gate, squeezing the gate more than one person tall into a small hole half a person high.

"That's it. Lin Sheng walked into the temple courtyard with his bicycle.

Putting the car down, he snapped his fingers lightly.

A crow flew in mid-air, hovering and flying above the temple, ready to scout.

Lin Sheng lifted the backpack full of ritual materials and walked quickly into the temple.

There are a total of five rooms here.

The main hall was overcrowded with tree roots and vines and weeds, and it was not needed at all.

The side hall, the kitchen, and the bedroom of the lodging were all in tatters, and the roofs were broken with broken bricks and tiles. It's hard to find a location even for the station.

There is only one room and a bit of space. The roof is not completely leaky.

Except for the moss that grew everywhere in the house, and some mushrooms growing around on the ground, there was nothing wrong with the rest.

After Lin Sheng determined the location, he quickly put down his backpack and tore off a dark green vine that was in the way with his foot.

The vines were covered with tiny stingers, but they were useless to his skin at this point.

These stingers Lin Sheng touched it like he was touching the soft fluff of a bird.

Cleared the vines and weeds a little to clear a clearing.

Lin Sheng took out the painted ceremonial plastic paper from his backpack. This is the one I used last time, it wasn't broken, he wiped it and continued to use it.

"Luckily, I use a scrub-proof, high-purity ink. Lin Sheng took out his flashlight and carefully examined the ceremony on the plastic paper spread out underneath.

The lines are intact and the symbols are clear, just like new, unused.

Lay out the plastic paper, start mixing the materials, take out the gold nuggets, and set the pan on the rack.

Then pick up some dry firewood and branches around and build a simple stove out of stones.

Soon, Lin Sheng lit a small bonfire.

The smoke from the tiny firelight was choking. Lin Sheng put the pan on it, took out the plastic water bottle, and poured his home-cooked cold boil into it.

Finish by lighting the tallow lamp.

A faint aroma of beef wafted through.

In this small room of less than ten square meters, the bonfire and butter lamp, plus the flashlight, under the illumination of three light sources, the overall light is suddenly much brighter.

Lin Sheng finally checked the formation diagram on the plastic paper, and after confirming that it was correct, he stood up and began to put the prepared stirring material into the fixed position little by little.

At the same time, add white spiders to the water in the pan.

After doing all this, he straightened up and slowly began to chant the opening words.

"mu, ba, en, di, yu, yi....." strange syllables kept wafting out of Lin Sheng's mouth.

Gradually, a trace of white smoke began to waft from the tallow lamp.

The smoke quickly burrowed into the surface of the pan, causing ripples.

Hiss....

Soon, a striking piece of water vapor rose from the pan and surrounded Lin Sheng.

He expertly closed his eyes, his vision plunging into darkness.

In the darkness, balls of light lit up one after another.

Blue light balls, gray light balls, red light balls, three kinds of light balls clearly floated in Lin Sheng's field of vision.

"The blue light ball is the soul of a bird in the body of the gray angel. The Gray Light Ball is a heavily armored soldier in the elven dungeon. The red ball of light is a black feather swordsman. ”

Lin Sheng paused and frowned slightly.

He could feel that his soul had enough to spare, but what was missing was a powerful enough summon.

"After I fused my bloodline last time, the fire-breathing fat man can't be summoned. It seems that we still have to enter the dream realm as soon as possible and find a new summoned individual. ”

He now had some idea of the pattern of the ritual.

The number of soldiers he summons seems to depend on the number of dream monsters he kills.

Just like the Cruel Shield, he had only killed one, so there was only one Cruel Shield that could be summoned.

The same goes for the fire-breathing fat man. But the Heavy Armor Soldier and the Black Feather Swordsman are different. He had killed a lot of them, and they could have been summoned again.

"Heavy armoured soldiers are suitable for head-on confrontation. In terms of strength, it is below the third level and about the second level.

The strength is slightly stronger than that of the Black Feather Swordsman, and the defense is much stronger. It's just that the speed is slower, and it occupies less of my soul position than the Black Feather Swordsman. ”

Lin Sheng thought about it.

"They all have the ability to dream demons to void, the Black Feather Swordsman belongs to the assassin type, and the heavily armored soldiers belong to the frontal propulsion type.... The heavily armored soldiers are from the elven dungeon, so they are simply called dungeon soldiers. ”

Soon he made a decision.

The gaze was on the gray ball of light.

He chose the Dungeon Soldiers. This class takes off its armor, and it is completely no different from a normal person, and it is better concealed than the Black Feather Swordsman.

In an instant, a gray light completely overwhelmed Lin Sheng.

In the blink of an eye, the field of vision was clear.

He was floating above a huge medieval-style temple.

In front of the gray temple, stood a tall general wearing a black cloak and a white helmet.

The general was bare-chested, and his muscles were like iron, strong and powerful.

Underneath the temple were densely packed with heavily armored sword and shield soldiers.

"I will make your souls to my own body, to be one with me. The general drew the huge double-edged sword on his back and raised it high.

"Sun Protection!" he roared.

Wow!!

"Sun Protection!!"

All the soldiers below drew their swords and raised them high, letting out a roar of rage.

The shouts were overwhelming.

Lin Sheng's eyes darkened, and he withdrew from the memory space in a blink of an eye.

Within his field of vision, a dungeon soldier in heavy silver armor was floating silently.

Below the soldier emerges a Glenn number: four.